Hard Winter
By PilgermannBM
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We travelled through burnt fields shells of farmsteads
Windows broken eyes roofs buckled bent
By men's relentless ravage
Hoping to rest sleep beneath a blanket
Not the unforgiving sky's blade undulled
Its savage cuts new graved memories laid
Sun frozen days a puddle of grey
We huddle in our frost struck tent
Wrapped in shawls their weave the dark space
Between God's dead stars heaven’s doorways
The last of the wood cold ash in the stove
Adam and Ehva close winged to my sides
We hear them approaching heels heavy
Rifles scraping through crusted snow asking for cream
The canvas shakes my children fold are folded
Into me lapped in the scent of lavender
Dreaming of clear skies and oblique sunsets
Paradise lost
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